"I'd like you to come with me."

“Sure,” Don says. “I gotta piss, too.”

When the two of you pass by the daddy in the hallway, Don puts an arm casually around your shoulder, and gives you a tug towards him. He’s strong, and you catch the faint scent of his musk. The daddy smiles at him, which strikes you as a little funny, but since the gray-bearded man doesn't bother you, you're relieved. When you get into the bathroom, which is just as dim as the rest of the bar, Don steps up to the middle of three urinals, and you step beside him.

Even in the dim lighting, as you start to piss, you catch Don checking out your dick, and you can’t help it – you do the same. He’s got a thick cock, uncut, and it’s a good long one, too. You catch yourself licking your lips, and then you hear Don chuckle and you realize he saw you do it.

He shakes his dick, and stuffs it back into his jeans, and you do the same.

He turns, and slowly cups his crotch with one hand. “So, birthday boy. You want to step into that stall and blow out my candle?”